“Buried I am”. Within her side bag I am holding, a bible is placed. At that moment I have decided to pick up every sound in the world to put into her life on her wedding day.
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Layers of Intimacy
And in each one of her steps I have gained a pleasure of our own happiness, and sorrow since the beginning of summer, which me, again, as the source of her raging anger. Olive trees from the southern kingdom are carried on the wagon, called to be fixed around the pit, here in the city of Lod (اللد), the people carcasses pit, the betrayal pit.
Lightning Noise
April 1, 2011, 11:34am
Lightning noise
They are close
The night blankets my soul
Look!, Myself.
The heavens are torn into strips
Horizon from still.
And the moon …
Her memory
Leads me to you
To Germany
Angels are filling the earth